my mind. Shit. What was going on with me? I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I cocked my head up. He certainly prefers to await joy. I stood up from my chair and pr

a smirk. "Sit

down even though I couldn't compete with him and tried to

r?" She patted Mr. Clifford's hand as she turned to face him. Please let

h fear. Don't leave me and him

ned the distan

a small amount of sweat a

. The answer is, "Not

om my mouth. My thighs were squeezed together. Victoria, don't play games with your customers. To ensure that I wouldn't for

hand, before either of us had a chance to speak. After letting

ng daylights out of me. His eyes drew me in like there was a charged magnetic force behind the

ch had a strong French perfume aroma. My face was buried in my

now I need a replacement. Someone hot

d the date. I'll keep my attention on the goal. the cash. I'm doing this for that reason. For

fter springing off. Oh no. He was there. I slipped and c

arms encircled me

s he fixed his gaze on me. "Are you okay?" His voice c

st. Again. I recovered control of myself by forcing the most elegant smile I could muster on my lips. I lifted m

nt, "You're welcome." Are

that caused me to become

ble. Perhaps you should

fine. Mr. Clifford, I appreciate your conce

nd pursed his wet lips. Aren't y

spreading to my face and neck. "I am, yes. I'm sorry; for a brief

"Done and dusted. At seven

ould have replied, but I would have preferred to have had a say in the matter. I made my way to Joy

iving room while sporting

on the sofa. I am

ge. The question,

ou know w

e and squinted one eye. "Sure,

re, I Googled him to learn more. I was bothered by the fact that she ha